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My thoughts released; a mind set free |
These pages contain my thoughts, from meandering ideas and persuasions to deep cerebrations and serious mentations. Why, for what purpose? To release my mind and set creativity free. Somewhere inside the constraints of my mind dwells a writer, a poet, an artist who paints with words. In here I release those constraints and set the artist free. Perhaps, lost somewhere in the depths of thought, is a story or a poem, waiting to be written. |
The sun is hot today even though the temperature is just a little above thawing. Our recent snow is melting fast creating numerous rivulets as the melt-off flows down the slope of our yard. I found myself traversing back in time to my youth, playing and laughing as my best friend and I would find sticks, carve them into boat shapes, and sail them down the flowing water. Once bored with sailing, we would take wet snow, sand, and mud and create damns across the rivulets, watching as the water pooled and grew deeper until it would burst through and flood the lands below. We would use snow, sticks, and even small rocks to create a town below the damn, then watch as the flood waters would obliterate our creations. Kelly and I would be soaked and muddy by the time her mom or mine would announce it's time to come in. We would both get in trouble, although never serious, but enough to make us stay in for the rest of the day. But there was always tomorrow and we would do it all over again. Kelly and her family moved when I was about eleven or twelve, but our paths crossed a few time after I finished school. When I joined the service we lost touch but years later met online. I wrote a poem for her after we reunited online: "Come Out and Play" ![]() |